Natasha Trethaway’s “Myth” 3 by Jasmine Mulliken Lyrics

I was asleep while you were dying.

It’s as if you slipped through some rift, a hollow

I make between my slumber and my waking,



the Erebus I keep you in, still trying

not to let go. You’ll be dead again tomorrow,

but in dreams you live. So I try taking



you back into morning. Sleep-heavy, turning,

my eyes open, I find you do not follow.

Again and again, this constant forsaking.


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Again and again, this constant forsaking:

my eyes open, I find you do not follow.

You back into morning, sleep-heavy, turning.



But in dreams you live. So I try taking,

not to let go. You’ll be dead again tomorrow.

The Erebus I keep you in—still, trying—



I make between my slumber and my waking.

It’s as if you slipped through some rift, a hollow.
I was asleep while you were dying.